Chapter 9
The light was strange. Audrey opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling fan overhead.
She didn’t have a ceiling fan in her bedroom.
Then she blinked at her unfamiliar surroundings, and she remembered that she was lying in bed in the guest room at Michael Covenant’s house. If anyone had told her twenty-four hours ago that this was where she would end up, she sure as hell wouldn’t have believed them.
But here she was. This room was much darker than her bedroom at home, probably because there were heavy drapes at the window instead of the cheap faux-wood blinds she’d put up when the previous sets of blinds finally gave up the ghost. Even so, she could see a few specks of bright sunlight beaming in through small gaps in the drapes.
Knowing it was a sunny day made Audrey feel
